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 Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:48 am
Felicity bent to n** at a sweet smelling flower. Flowers were her favorite snack. She loved the taste of the petals and how the pollen would tickle her nose. Her wings fluttered in a slight breeze, curls slightly bouncing. She was at peace...happy...in her little meadow. Many of her favorite flowers grew here. It was also home to many small woodland creatures she had come to be friends with. Squirrels chattered in the trees nearby and birds sang their morning song, welcoming the new day.
After munching on a few blooms, she thought she would search for something a little more filling, and so left the seclusion and safety of her small meadow to find some berries or maybe even some other fruits growing nearby.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:01 am
 Sar'thanon had returned to Icecrown to sulk and lick his wounds from the run-in with that upstart unicorn Anelisse. She hadn't done any long-term damage, but his pride was hurt more than anything.
After a few weeks, however, he was feeling a bit pent up. Icecrown was a fine home base, but the constant power struggles and skirmishes got tiring. He didn't care much for politics.
Spring was beginning to finally spread throughout the lands, which means more prey would be out and about in the meadows and valleys. He flew around for hours, looking for something interesting to do. Finally, he just decided to pick a random meadow and see what kind of a ruckus he could stir up.
He landed hard on the ground; his heavy, thick hooves kicking up dirt as he landed; uncaring about the flowers and grasses he may have uprooted in the process. He shook out his leathery wings, tucking them by his side before looking around to see if there was anyone he could 'talk' to. Kamiki's Teepee
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:10 am
Felicity found some sweet fruit and a small patch of berries. She ate her fill, and turned to go home. As she was nearing her meadow, she heard a loud thud, and some rustling, like that of wings. "Who- who's there?" she called quietly. She really hoped no one would answer.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:26 am
The voice was barely noticeable - like a bell in the wind. His ears swiveled back, however, his predatory instincts kicking in as he honed in on his 'prey.' He turned around and scanned the meadow, and found a blue and purple mare with bouncy black curls and slick kirin scales and delicate looking insect wings. How interesting... not as shiny and stunning as his little Anelisse, but she wasn't hard to look at at least.
He walked up towards her, his confidence and surefootedness making him seem larger than he actually was. His eyes were cold and unreadable as he scanned her over, an unnerving smile curling over his lips. "My name is Sar'thanon," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "Who is asking?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:21 am
Felicity was terrified. The stallion before her just gave off an intimidating aura. His glowing eyes, and horns coming out of his head and shoulder and legs. The large wings on his back even caused fear in her. Her heart sped up, adrenaline kicking in. She cowered in place, frozen, not knowing what to do with this predator right in front of her. Should she try to fly? He looked stronger than her, and probably faster with those larger wings. The only thing she could do was hope that he wasn't a hungry predator, and she wasn't on the menu.
"Nn nno one. No one is asking. Forget I asked. I don't need to know." she stuttered. She could feel his eyes moving over her, and it creeped her out, sending shivers through her. As he approached, she closed her eyes tight, and tilted her head down, just waiting for the blow that she imagined was coming. She whimpered very quietly, hoping that if she died right then and there, that it wouldn't be too painful.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 8:36 am
While its true he was a predator, Sar'thanon was not a cannibal, nor a murderer unless the situation called for it. So far, this conversation didn't. But he couldn't help but let a mirthful smile crawl over his face as he watched her cower. What an interesting little plaything he had found!
"But you already know," he said to her, standing uncomfortably close; but not touching her. "I've already told you, so it wouldn't be very fair for you to ignore my innocent question. Actually, that would be downright rude little flower. Now, please, tell me who is asking."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 7:27 pm
Oh no! The last thing she wanted to do was be rude to someone who looked like he could stomp her with one hoof. As he neared her, she could feel the heat of his breath. "Felicity, my name is Felicity." she squeaked out, and gulped.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 11:46 am
"I'm sorry," he said, tiling his head and leaning in, even further. He let his mouth nearly graze the fur on her face, his breath stinking and his fangs protruding from his lips. "I didn't hear you. Please speak up."
He chuckled lowly under his breath. He had heard her just fine, but he was enjoying watching her squirm.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 11:52 am
She opened her eyes to see how close he was, only to be staring into the depths of his the glowy blue menacing eyes. His fangs so close she could easily become his prey in a heartbeat. "Why? Why did this happen to her?" she thought.
Though she just wanted to close her eyes again and hope he would disappear, she was frozen, unable to even blink; hynotized by his close proximity.
"I said my name is Felicity." she repeated, still in a quiet voice, but a slight bit louder than before. Her wings were tucked against her body, her body shivering in fear. She almost wished he would quit this torture and get on with it. If he was going to kill her, then he should just do it by now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 7:59 am
"Oh, I hear you now," he said, finally ending her torture. He backed up, just enough to hope that she would un-paralyze herself, though he kept his proximity. "Felicity, is it?" he said, letting her delicate name growl and roll in his mouth. "How pretty. I suppose that's fitting... it sounds delicate and colorful and sweet... much like you look. LIke a little flower."
Despite the pretty words, the way he said will made them sound menacing, like a threat. "You're like a little flower. Colorful and delicate and just ...sitting there waiting to be admired. Wouldn't you agree?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:04 am
She let an audible sigh of relief escape her lips as he backed away. She was still quivering, but not as much. Her gaze was still locked on his. She hated how he spoke to her in such a cold, menacing voice. Though she didn't mind being called a flower, coming from him, it did not seem a compliment. She wasn't sure if she should say thank you, or just keep her mouth shut.
Figuring he expected some sort of reply, she quickly squeaked out, "I suppose so." Daring to hope he wasn't there to harm her, she took a step back, not able to be so close to him any longer.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:34 am
"Hmmm....what else can you do with flowers?" he asked, beginning to circle around her like a vulture. He wasn't going to let her get too far. "Flowers can be .... plucked," he said with a salacious smile. "Cut from their stem, and brought to another as a sign of affection. Have you ever had a stallion bring you flowers, Little Flower?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 12:39 pm
She didn't like the direction of the conversation. He was talking about plucking flowers and cutting their stems. All she could imagine was him pulling her wings or cutting into her flesh. The thoughts of such cruelty made her fear him even more. A lump formed in her throat, she could barely speak. "I've never had a stallion bring me anything." she managed to squeak out.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 12:49 pm
"But, I thought mares liked it when stallions brought flower for them?" He stepped away - but not far enough away that she could escape had she tried - pretending to be in deep thought. "I have an idea!" he exclaimed with a curled, twisted smile on his lips. "How about I bring you to my Lady Frostmourne?" The way he phrased it, however, it didn't sound too much like a question. "You're like a flower, and I'm sure she'd like the gesture."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 12:57 pm
She was shocked. It felt like he had just referred to her as a gift for his mate. Her fear had frozen her to the spot before, but now her fight or flight response was kicking in. Her body was still tense, but now in a ready to run kind of way. She lifted her back leg slowly, and stepped backwards. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "but I'm not a flower. I don't think your Lady would want m-m-me. Why not some pretty actual flowers?" She paused, thinking her next words carefully. "I can show you where we could find some."
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